The blood stains at his feet came like life, and the moment they touched the demonic scales, they disappeared, like moths to a fire, turning into pitch-black debris.

As Tang Ze advanced, a little ash fell with every footstep.

Stretching all the way to the front of the pool of blood, the closed brown-black door.

"It's almost over."

Tang Ze raised his head and looked at the five-meter-tall gate that hid endless darkness, summoned the sheep-headed demon phantom, and gave the order to bombard without hesitation.

The ground trembled slightly as the roaring black shadow shook the ground, and the giant sticks that shimmered with pitch-black cracks and dazzling green light broke through the mess of sawdust, smashing the stone ring at the top of its gate, from top to bottom.

Boom!!

Like a giant stick smashing through the ground like a blade, it spread out along the crack, and the fragments of the broken gate collapsed, shaking up a large cloud of ash and bone debris.

"Oh?"

Tang Ze squinted his eyes and looked at it, but he only saw a rushing dark torrent, which filled his vision in an instant.

An unimaginable thick darkness poured out from the gap, like a large waterfall flowing down, frantically rushing against Tang Ze who was in the gap, and he was like a flying boulder, motionless as a mountain, forcibly cutting off this pitch-black waterfall that had been accumulated for a long time.

Outside the flickering demonic scales were piled up countless black liquid compressed by the evil breath, densely packed, like a swarm of insects.

It lasted for more than half a minute, and the thick darkness melted away, revealing a little bright fire.

Inside the vast but decaying and bloody palace, a bright red carpet covered with patterns stretched out from under his feet and stretched to the front, about a hundred meters away, under the third step of the Throne of Bones.

The smell of blood was thick in the face, and all kinds of miserable white bones were scattered all over the palace, under the throne, next to the steps, in dark corners, on both sides of the red carpet.

There was no flesh on the bones.

Retracting his drifting gaze, Tang Ze looked straight ahead.

At a distance of more than 100 meters, there are a total of eight gray and silver pillars supporting the entire palace, with a diameter of more than one meter, with pitch-black chains and hideous white bone spurs entwined on them, as if the place where the suffering soul is tortured in some religious story, there is a torch on each side, burning flames at the moment, providing light.

Looking closely, each of the eight giant pillars has a pale golden symbol, as mysterious and wonderful as runes, and they are interconnected, as if restricting some kind of existence.

None of that matters, though, the important thing is that the Throne of Bones is empty.

The decorative torches on both sides burn quietly, looking a little lonely.

"Could it be—"

Behind him came the whispers of nine professionals, who were both unfamiliar and familiar with the scene.

"You stay at the door."

After settling the nine professional servants behind him slightly, Tang Ze chuckled and turned his head, scanning the empty and spacious palace, and then looked back at the countless dark gold monsters staring at this place outside the broken gate, and took the first step towards the bright red carpet.

When he stepped on it, the feeling of softness, not at all like fur, came to Tang Ze, and Tang Ze understood that it was made of flesh and blood.

The distance of more than a hundred meters quickly walked halfway, and he came to a certain interconnected node of the eight giant pillars, and stopped his steps.

"Andariel, it's time for you to keep your promise and fight me."

Tang Ze faced the White Bone Throne, his gaze as calm as water.

The voice was not loud, but it reverberated through the palace very clearly, and it was in the language of the devil, which would have been heard if Andariel had stayed here.

The aftermath dissipated, and the legendary Queen of Torment still did not appear, but about 1 meter above his head, a pale golden circular symbol flickered, and eight fine golden lines were connected together.

Tang Ze naturally noticed such an anomaly, although he didn't know anything about the high-level heaven and hell spells, but with the game experience in his previous life, he could see at a glance that the pale golden circular symbol connected by the eight golden thin lines should be the seal that restricts the existence of Andariel, that is, the seal that his nine servants said.

At the same time, the souls of the nine professionals who were watching all this in horror at the door began to discuss.

"It's not right, although Andariel is restricted by the seal, his true body can still move in the palace... She seems to have deliberately hidden her true body, hiding somewhere. ”

"You want to use this to sneak up on your lordship?"

"It's not very likely, but I have a feeling that Andariel may be plotting something?"

"I want to remind you, is that the seal of Andariel?"

"There's no need for this, with the wisdom that the Lord showed before, he must have expected that it would be Andariel's Seal, and I am more concerned about how the Lord will deal with such a situation, if it were me, maybe I would try to attack the Throne of Bones, or some other place, trying to force Andariel out."

"This is where the gap between you and the adults lies, with the strength of the adults, they will never make such childish acts, and Andariel will not be subjected to such senseless provocations."

"It's so cunning and ridiculous, Andariel recognizes his weakness and takes this approach to dealing with adults."

"It looks like it's going to be a protracted battle, it's really interesting, and I can't wait to see the Lords crush Andariel."

"Protracted, well, I agree. In terms of will, the adults are more calm than Andariel. As a savage, I learned this from his terrible back. ”

However, the discussion came to an abrupt end halfway through.

In the field of vision of these nine professionals and the countless dark gold monsters outside, Tang Ze, who was below the pale gold circle symbol, stood still for three or four seconds before he made a new move.

The strong momentum rolled up the breath of evil, forming a whistling whirlwind, sweeping around Tang Ze, blowing away countless ashes and bone chips.

This is the embodiment of his use of power to release the powerful aura in his body.

"Your Excellency, have you found Andariel's location?"

For a moment, the nine professionals stopped looking at each other and watched the scene intently, and the bewitching blue-haired assassin among them couldn't help but exclaim, "What insight is this?" ”

They even expected that Tang Ze swung a heavy fist with a green magic pattern and pulled Andariel out of the void with a fierce gesture.

It must be an exciting overlord.

The anger and resentment that had been consumed in the long years and despair of Andariel in the past turned into reverence and worship for Tang Ze at this moment.

"Unbelievable! Hahaha! It's unimaginable! ”

The barbarian with great emotional fluctuations directly let out a low voice, the muscles on his face continued to twitch, and he couldn't hold back his smile, "We underestimated the strength of our adults again!" That's the only way we can ...

"Yes, in this world, only being strong is the truth."

"I'm more determined now, follow this adult."

The necromancer, who had been silent and silent, reflected Tang Ze's tall figure in his pupils, and he felt that his cognition was constantly refreshing.

Surrounded by the honor of the human kingdom, the light, he established his faith as a hero. But this belief was worthless and trampled on by Andariel, in the long darkness, he had a new understanding of strength and weakness, and what consolidated this understanding and rekindled his belief was really Tang Ze, who constantly refreshed his definition of the strong with a strong attitude.

Powerful to shine, powerful to dazzling.

The weak vines will spontaneously seek out the big trees to survive, and the pursuit of the strong has lifted the concept of demons and humans in their hearts, so they decide to follow in the footsteps of Tang Ze.

The nine professionals silently made an oath, an oath known only to themselves.

The next moment, the tall black and hideous shadow waved its giant arm, layers of fine demonic scales flashing on it, and the surging magic power climbed up to the huge force, bursting out with a terrifying roar.

With a powerful punch, the void was about to be torn apart.

That's terrifying power.

However, the enchanting blue-haired assassin of the nine professionals was the first to realize that something was wrong.

Although Tang Ze's giant fist was full of power, the landing point was not any of the surrounding voids, and she blinked her eyes in disbelief, her red lips slightly opened.

"Your Excellency?"

As soon as the words fell, the focus was on the anxious gaze of the nine professionals, as well as the green light punch of the sight of the large group of dark gold monsters outside, and it was heavy, and the crit hit the pale gold circular symbol above his head.

The light was pouring out, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The next moment.

The roaring waves of qi exploded in the blink of an eye, green light surged, and the entire palace swayed, countless broken stones fell, and the group of dark gold leaders outside the door staggered. In the center of the green light gathering, even though it was wrapped in dark green armor, the wriggling of muscle groups still appeared on the surface, and anyone could feel the terrifying power that seemed to be substantial.

All the pouring!!

Clear cracks spread in an instant, and on the pale gold circular symbol, the fist was the center and expanded, and eight pale gold thin lines loomed.

With just one punch, the mysterious seal that imprisoned Andariel was almost broken!

Unbelievable, mixed with a hint of surprise swept through the eyes of the dark gold monsters outside the door, the first thing they thought of was that their master was about to break through the seal, and without constraints, Andariel's terror would increase tenfold.

It will be an abyssal darkness, truly descending!!

On the other hand, the nine professionals were all stunned, as if they had witnessed some air crash.

Their mood at the moment is like falling from heaven to hell.

The real ups and downs of life.

“···”

The barbarian who had been ecstatic before, the smile on his face completely stiffened, opened his mouth, unable to say anything.

The expressions of the others were similar, the most gloomy was the necromancer, his expression was extremely aggrieved, and a little fear appeared in his eyes. As a professional who deals with corpses and dark attribute powers, especially for a necromancer like him, who was so powerful that a region was famous for his lifetime, Andariel, who was completely unsealed, would completely surpass the bloody nightmare that killed him before.

They never expected that Tang Ze would directly break the seal.

Although it is not said on the surface, it is true, in their eyes, this is the act of fools.

The meaning of this seal is beyond imagination.

It is arguably the last guarantee of Canduras towards the abyss of total darkness and total destruction.

In the hearts of these nine professionals, it is also a guarantee that Tang Ze can defeat Andariel.

No one knows who set up this mysterious seal, maybe Diablo, maybe it was High Heaven. However, its existence did ensure that more than half of the land of Canduras did not fall, and Andariel was killed as soon as he arrived, and then he was restricted by the seal and could not move, which made the professional battle line led by Camp Rog to fight against the demon plague of Canduras successfully formed.

But even then, a large area of land centered on the cathedral, which occupied a small part of Canduras, fell completely.

The horror of the torture queen who broke free from the seal can be imagined.

If it weren't for this seal, Canduras would have become a scorched earth of torment, and Andariel even led a mountain of demonic soldiers to the city of Westmar.

Suffice it to say, Andariel, who was limited by the seal, killed countless heroes and painstakingly managed a team of monsters in order to gain time to free the seal. From the point of view of this tortured queen, the situation in Canduras, or even the survival of Camp Rogue, is not the most important.

Everything and foreshadowing is meant to break the seal.

Break the seal, let the true darkness descend, and let the true body of the tortured queen completely escape from hell.

And now, her purpose has been achieved.

"Hahaha, hahahahahaha"

Some were low, but the wanton laughter echoed in the palace, and the voice was no longer hoarse, but sensual and enchanting.

"Bloody Feast (Akxs—Onguy—Sxcis)"

Bitter spells wandered.

"Oops, this voice—"

"Soul Attack?!"

"What wicked! It's like torture—"

As soon as the voice came out, a strong feeling of dizziness surged into the minds of the nine professional souls, and they were horrified to find that they could no longer move.

The soul body was still tingling.

On the contrary, the dark gold demon group outside the door seemed to have been stimulant, their eyes were red, their flesh was a little strangely swollen, and their breath was much thicker.

The river of blood below the fourth layer of the catacomb, and the pool of blood that was its source boiled wildly, splashing a large cloud of blood mist, as if they were cheering and holding some extremely grand banquet, and the smell of blood was more than ten times stronger than just now.

The nine professionals were a little desperate, and the voices of pain continued.

"It's over, Lord of Perdition"

"It's so easy to break free because of your intervention"

"The entangled thread of fate is finally clear, and all the dark points become clear"

The scream shattered the cracked pale golden round runes in an instant, revealing a void hole that was constantly spurting blood-red liquid, and eight pale golden thin threads snapped apart, and the flying seal fragments dissipated into points of light.

The grayish-brown, shimmering slender scorpion's tail brought out a large pool of blood, protruding from the void hole, while tightly hooking on one side of the hole.

The second, the third, one after another, the big beach of blood dripped in front of Tang Ze's heels, and then the hole was torn hard, revealing a terrifying crack seven or eight meters long, and in the crack was a sea of blood.

The dripping blood gushed out like a torrent, the terrifying shadow gradually became clear, the enlarged version of the cow's hooves stepped on the ground, the white body stood up from the river of blood, the long fiery red hair burned like a flame, instantly steamed the blood on it, and the scarlet eyes slowly opened, revealing golden red pupils.

The pupils reflected Tang Ze's figure, and his height was less than half of hers.

Not far away, the cheers of the dark gold monster group could be heard, hoarse and unpleasant, sharp and noisy.

"Torture out of hell, and you—"

Sharp teeth that shimmered with cold light, little by little, shone out of her cracked jaw.

"—will be my bait!"

"Tremble! Maggots!!"

The whole palace trembled with laughter, the flames on the torch were extinguished, and darkness descended. [.]